Hopper Poems - Poems about Hopper

exposed and heart beating, in the quiet of the hum. every thought bounces off the walls, ricochet, causing my stillness. nothing beyond this space, inertia tells me so. when it's all too neat, we can't make a mess. maybe the height of the ceiling will absorb my excess. let...

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sallow confined to the shadow though his glance reaches across the void solvent so far in my averted gaze this man will not stop the sun falling on my face my air is purified, greyness swerves me salt cellars absorb his intention whilst I calculate my route to the door does he edge towards me? walls close in, exits recede the street...

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"Maybe I am not very human - what I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house. There is a sort of elation about sunlight on the upper part of a house. Though I may influence genius, the only real influence I've ever had was myself. No amount of skilful...

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He jumps on at the top And the hopper bucks and kicks But he is a resilient mouse Whose knees are truly thick He holds on past the daisies The buttercups, and a daffodil He never falls off, While riding down this hill....

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You can walk right into this image. Stand there near the typewriter if you like. Edward Hopper has allowed plenty of room. Although he has filled the space very well, As it is a small office, and her desk is also there. It suits the feeling of closeness without being cramped. A secretary, back in the day was...

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Colorful hopper skips along with a song His plaid trousers stretched big and long Grasses see him coming along their way His knees prickle them a bit, just part of their day He is unconcerned about world affairs and such. Ukraine and Iran mean as little to him as Double Dutch I watch him merrily dancing along, enjoying his day Wishing I...

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Without narrative, isolated as is moments of figuration.. sunlight on the side of a wall frozen in time conversations of unheard voices stillness & paradox.. a welcome to the world come inside.. to reside.. to commune. interplays of imagination.. soundless tunes.. emblematic silences.. symbolism saturated with suggestion. Soft realism where an inner life slowly...

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Sir Reginald Frog Hopper is as stuck up as they come. His arrogance comes from his business, a favorite gum. Few friends he has, actually, no one calls him a chum. He has no knowledge of people, in that, he is kind of dumb....

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I no longer know when we met Just long for you to be there Or is it here? These are things I don't know When parted from you To realise things about the ground And the air That I stand and breathe alone Capable of both without you Do I lean into the morning sun Absorb it's rays Whilst everything else turns away Knowing the sun...

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inner sensations inhibit the view- life stands...

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Inspired by Rooms By the Sea by Edward Hopper. Obscure the eyes provide more to feel The energy from the ocean meets zeal My mind expands within this space Literal and figurative jumping off place Symmetry and familiar shafts of light Conscious and subconscious brain ignite All expectations met by sea view Immersion of soul into the vast blue Solitude, a place to...

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Inspired by the 1906 painting by Edward Hopper of an ornate stairway in Paris Mouth agape, stood still in place Embroiled in the elegance of this ornate space Felt through all senses, not just sight Standing breathless from ascending flight after flight Each twist of the bannister, felt smooth in hand Curvature caressed in order to understand Solidity and wisdom beneath the...

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Inspired by the painting Automat by Edward Hopper in 1927. The painting shows a lone woman sat at automated restaurant table. Viewing the painting will make sense of the poem. I should also add that I was inspired to write this poem by viewing Gary Radice's poem on the same painting. I appear to have toddled in...

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expressions of modern existence uncovered in reality...

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